Years ago, when my husband and I lived in Virginia Beach, Lyn and Mom liked to visit a diner called the Purple Cow when they came to town. Whenever they did, Lyn always wanted to get some of their purple vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, she wanted a scoop in a bowl with sprinkles. One time, we convinced her to get a purple vanilla milkshake. We wanted to take it to go because we were heading down to the Cavalier Hotel and its beach front property to walk in the sand for a bit.
Lyn enjoyed her milkshake and the super saturated dye left its mark.
Lyn was mad at me for snapping a picture of her tongue. It was worth her ire.
Happy Monday. If you're having a bad day, may Lyn's charming expression give you a lift. If not, maybe you should make that expression to the day and see what happens from there.